Jerry:
Angie's mother doesn't like anything, especialy me.

Harold:
Gee, Jerry, ah, you could always get a job or something, then she might like you better.

Jerry:
A job! Work makes you depressed. And that's what's wrong with the world today, it's in a state of depression.

Angie's Brother:
Hey, Jerry, how's college?

Jerry:
College? The world is MY college.

Harold:
What do you think we came here for to eat?

Madame Estrella:
You dirty, filthy pig! So, I belong with the freaks huh? I'll fix you so even the freaks won't look at you.